The Melancholia Of Everything Completed!

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

I Am Opposed To Socialism Because It Dreams Ingenuously Of Good, Truth, Beauty, And Equal Rights.

He Who Rejoices Even At The Stake Triumphs Not Over Pain But Over The Absence Of Pain Where He Had Anticipated Feeling It. A Parable.

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

The Most Unequivocal Sign Of Contempt For Man Is To Regard Everybody Merely As A Means To One's Own Ends, Or Of No Account Whatever.